FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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with sequins. Glitter bomb the Chopper and his stupid rambo-esque name! Rambo. Now there was a man who could appreciate the finer things the jungle has to offer. Like glitter. -
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eluded her. She just didn't have an ear for rhyming words. Whaaat?! You say poetry doesn't have to rhyme? Yeah, well tell that to Dr. Suess, the greatest poet that ever lived. -
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had a voice like cognac and I could drink it in all night. I guess that's how I would up pregnant in the first place. But now that I'm a girl in trouble Dr. Drinkingstein has left -
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Tong tottered on high heels, accompanied by peels, of laughter from his heartless boss. But under his frock, he furtively cocked, the trigger of his Colt 45 -
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Then he licked it and shoved it up his rectum. Instantly, he was transported to a tattered chair opposite the bed inside the White House main bedroom...he glared over and saw